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I just had to share…

…my new favorite website. 

Sometimes poignant…

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…sometimes hilarious…

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… and always insightful…

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 … Indexed has become a seemingly endless source of happy procrastination for me.  The funny graphs scribbled on index cards are generally brilliant, fairly hilarious, and the site itself has received many awards (including webby nominations, and being named one of Time’s top 25 blogs), so you don’t have to take my word for it (especially as I seem to be far behind the curve on this one).

 

Check out the archives — not only are they extensive (at least extensive enough that after several weeks of stolen moments browsing through them, I’m still discovering new sketches), but they go back several years – which at times can be historically insightful — or just bring back hilarious memories…

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But as always, beware of comment sections (which become visible when trolling the archive by date): while most comments are mundane hero-worship “you’re awesome” type dealios, occasionally the quips are vaguely controversial, and attract the ire of internet crazies and the rational people who must shut them down (as perhaps best described by another of my favorite sites, xkcd.com, in this cartoon).

Oh, and Happy Easter!

~Evelyn

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Can’t Say It Better Myself

Playlist for the evening: John Mayer’s Continuum.  

Specifically, this track: Slow Dancing in a Burning Room.

Too painfully apt at this particular moment.

 

~Evelyn

p.s. More to come tomorrow, I promise.

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Starlight, Star Bright…

The other night, driving home for the first time in a long while, I kept getting distracted.  I’d catch a little glimmer of light in the corner of my eye, and turn to look.  It was the first time in a long time I’d been able to really see the stars.  After I got home, I stood outside in the cold for a long while, just staring up at the stars.  

I’d forgotten just how many there are, and how much I’d missed them.

~Evelyn

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Reason #304.5 Why I Love Living in a Small Town

Several weeks ago, I wrote about how my hometown annually elects two Pig Catchers.  As it turns out, this was not entirely true.

Every year at our deliberative session, Hampton Falls elects a couple from town “Hog Reeves and Keepers of the Pound.” According to the 2008 Hampton Falls Town Report, “this 18th century position is usually awarded to the newest resident attending the Town Meeting.” This year the prestigious honor went to Forrest and Charlyn Brown.

We are just that cool.

~Evelyn

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Sometimes the Jester is the Only Man Who Can Speak the Truth

Jon Stewart is a hero of mine.  There are times when he expresses the frustration and bemused amazement I’ve continually experienced over the past few years in a way that makes me want to laugh and cry at the same time — because as funny as it is, the truth is painful.  

Follow the link to see Stewart skewer Jim Cramer for his, and his network’s irresponsible financial reporting, and the role its, and attitudes perpetuated by it, has had in our current financial meltdown/breakdown/suckiness/recession/pre-depression/u-oh. 

http://www.thedailyshow.com/

Evelyn

P.S.  Also, a pre-gray-hair Jon Stewart guest-starred on “The Nanny” in the 90’s as Nanny Fine’s love-interest/cousin.  Which was also a very funny show, FYI.

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Reason #304 Why I Love Living in a Small Town

I was recently almost elected  the next Hampton Falls Town Cemetery Trustee — without a campaign, any support, or even running.  Frankly, I didn’t know we had a Town Cemetery.

My sister (evil genius she is) voted for me for Cemetery Trustee (who I think is responsible for keeping the cemetery clean and beautiful), and I had a chance at winning — it’s a write-in only position, and it’s possible that if none, or only a few, of the 500 other people who cast ballots didn’t bother to fill in a name, I could become one of the new Town Cemetery Trustees.  Luckily, my mother and father voted for our neighbor, and so far I haven’t received any phone call from town hall, so I think I’m in the clear.

Incidentally, this is not in any way the most… interesting… position my hometown elects each year.  Hampton Falls also elects two Official Pig-Catchers at the annual town meeting. The Pig Catcher is an honorary position, as I don’t think there are many, if any, pigs still living in town (although we do have a bunch of llamas), but should a pig escape from a local home, presumably it would be the Pig Catcher’s job to help recover it. The PCs are generally a husband and wife duo who just moved to town from the city, decide to come to our “quaint little town meeting” and get a rather amusing welcome from the grumpy old men and resident rabble-rousers.  I believe my parents are both Pig Catcher-emeriti, and enjoy helping the grumpy old men “welcome” newcomers — and have repeatedly threatened to nominate me.  My sister just happened to beat them to the  punch.

So seriously guys,

How could you not love living in a town like mine??

 

Evelyn

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The Beast Ain’t Got Nothin’ On Me

 

The rose in my window

The rose in my window

I was given a rose for Valentines day, a full three weeks ago. It’s been in my window ever since, and shows none of the expected effects of time.  The stem shows no sign of limpness, not a single petal has fallen, and only in the past day or so has a bit of brown begun to sneak onto the rim of one of the petals.  I did nothing special to the water, have not given it food, nor have I paid it any special attention.  I have no idea what implications this has on my love life (especially as the rose was a gift from two friends of mine, not a romantic interest), if it is some mythical symbol of the impending necessity of finding my one true love, or just a strangely hardy rose, but either way, it’s pretty damn cool.  

 

by any other name...

by any other name...

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